Higher Meditation

Authentic air travel automatically involves travelling first class. Cattle class is akin to a priest claiming to be an atheist, championing liberalism, while frowning at the multitude of others’ sexual partners though not of course his own.

Haters, sadists and masochists appreciate the cold-blooded anti-liberal call to duty. Their condemnation, misunderstanding, frustration, and lop-sided praise shield acronyms where balance and fiction exist, but not to themselves.

Meditation similarly falls into two distinct groups: commercial meditation and higher meditation. Higher meditation would be air travel in first class, albeit that it is inaccessible to all but the selected, or indeed the elected, few.

Commercial meditation teaches various yoga postures, increasingly disconnected from accurate breathing, let alone correct breathing, and simultaneously claims to open the chakras.

It’s like saying from a male perspective, ‘I have a penis, and so an orifice, any orifice, will do’; or from the female perspective, ‘I have an orifice, and so any penetrating object will do’…and then claiming you’ve had the most exhilarating, deeply moving, and love-based orgasm. Orgasms are only meaningful if they are loving. Otherwise, they are physiologically satisfying and psychologically empty. That is precisely the difference between commercial meditation and higher meditation.

Wherever I turn, I witness cheap meditation. Laden with pomp, authority and pseudo-aloofness (implying detachment), cheap meditation is taught shamelessly, and practiced wholeheartedly. The naïve teach the ignorant. The ignorant lap-up the misguidance as if it were a gift from a God. Take kundalini yoga. When invoked and practiced, it invigorates the bio-energy system, creating good feeling. However, it also systematically erodes balance, creating mental and emotional imbalance, and leading to psychosis and psychotic behaviour.

Recently, I visited a place of worship where a university-aged kid was leading meditation. He was repeating a reverently deep word that should not be used and that has nothing to do with social meditation. On top of that, he was breaking the word into its syllabic parts, intoning the first upon inhaling and the second upon exhaling. He deemed this to constitute deep meditation.

No, sunshine, the combination of the reverently deep word in tandem with the type of breathing you were conducting and leading the congregation in is simply and straight-forwardly hyper-ventilation. Indeed, if you just repeated the word ‘one’ upon inhaling and ‘two’ upon exhaling then you would experience precisely the same heightened well-being as you assume to have reached via the two-breath invocation of the reverently deep word.

Increasingly, I witness Asian kids like this whipper-snapper at the gurdwara, their chests inflated in announcement of their educational achievement; these doctors and lawyers whose arrogance and vanity are breathtaking, and who assume their education confers authoritative excellence upon their every utterance, including anything relating to meditation and scriptural lore.

The way they act is like saying that because you work in a mango grove, which is at the same latitude where coffee is grown, you are a qualified and experienced barista.

In the same way, hyper-ventilation is not meditation. But everywhere education begets arrogant self-importance…I witness the same idiocy all over the world.

Let me elucidate.

In Sikhism, we have three prime words. All three words predate Sanskrit and are easily found in languages more ancient than Sanskrit. The words represent the moment of pre-creation, and they are conducive to as well as indicating the type and manner of coagulation of matter in a given dimension, and the actual zone that contains a group of dimensions.

Thus death – lifelessness, that state when a body is no longer locomotive – just like a solid mass of steel or anything else for that matter, is a tangible reality; it not only resonates with the hum or vibration of the three sacred words, but the sacred words are actually present therein. To put it very simply, those three sacred words are the bedrock of creation.

Ordinarywalas assume that death means evacuation of the three-word symmetry. No, it is the very opposite. The emptiness of space of a given galaxy, or the space galaxies occupy, exists because of the three-word symmetry. Death only means lack of vocal communication and organs at primeval rest. The presence of the three-word symmetry carries on albeit the body is cremated and ground into small dust particles. The change in physical shape does not denote the disintegration or disappearance or even the dissolution of the three-word symmetry; that it can take place at all is wholly dependent on the presence of the three-word symmetry.

Inhaling and exhaling breath in tandem with the invocation of the supreme word does not indicate a gift from the Gods.

In fact, all you have done is given your organs a good going over while remaining physically stationary. It is not meditation, let alone higher meditation.

Higher meditation requires life-long humility, humbleness and servitude repeated endlessly without seeking redemption in return. Eventually, after countless lifetimes as a doormat without any self-importance, an elite person is authorized to guide you. The tests become increasingly painful until you comprehend attachment and you stand as an observer of your own psychology. It is at this stage that meditation at its basic level begins.

Guys, to those of you practising commercial meditation, I say, ‘maintain your focus, as all these stages of internal introspection are stepping stones to higher integration, until you hopefully hit poised integrity, which may then trigger a response from the elite to perhaps take you under their wings.’

To the arrogant ‘look at me, I’m so educated’ doctors and lawyers (because it’s never the PhDs, engineers, astro-physicists and mathematicians who strut arrogantly) who purport to teach meditation my message is, ‘take a chill pill, for you are the classic idiots.’

Make no mistake, in slapping you down I have done you a great favour. I have introduced you to your own falsehood, in the hope you step back and begin a balanced introspection.

Good luck guys.

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